Feral Behavior Novels & Stories

he said. Wait, Enocha? I was the enocha I almost forgot Ferals loved enocha or run-away omega. They breed them non-stop. They can smell an omega more than pack wolves and rogue wolves. Rogues might be the most powerful werewolves but ferals are more on the animal instinct and they do cause a lot of damage more than the two kinds. Enocha were dangerous for the disaster they would bring on.

The school was on an island, and I don’t think she realized how dangerous they could be, especially feral ones. Feral wolves were rogue wolves that had no humanity left. They would stay in their wolf form, and even when forced to change back, they still acted like wolves. They fought solely on instinct, and all they wanted was to kill. Pain didn't bother them; they kept going until they were dead. --- I took Aaro out to the city, and we had lunch at Cara’s restaurant. Aaro was silent for most of the day, barely speaking, which was unlike her. But I couldn’t let her fight. I knew she might resent me for it, but I couldn’t lose her.

It’s not ideal, but it wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve had to go after a target on my own. Feral wolves have a smell. It’s like desperation, craziness, and a lack of empathy all rolled into one. They don’t care who they hurt or kill. They don’t care what they destroy. They only care about whatever they’re fixated on and based on him having been on the Gamma floor, Stellan is fixated on Lila. He may want Cyra dead, but he WANTS Lila.

The only problem was that these lone wolves could become feral at any time; that was the reason packs didn't like rogues sighted anywhere around their pack, and they would put them down instantly. A feral wolf is a wolf that has lost their humanity and given in to their primal instincts. They are wild and incapable of cooperation. Their human side is completely shut down, and only the untamed animal remains. They are often extremely powerful; one feral wolf could take on up to ten pack warriors and might still win in the fight; they fought thoughtlessly and recklessly relying solely on instincts. Fighting against someone with nothing to lose when you have something to lose was suicide, and t

I couldn't tear my eyes away as Kai prowled closer, his boots thudding softly against the stone. The air thickened with their combined scents, Thorne's earthy dominance mingling with Kai's sharper, wild edge like storm winds rolling through the pines. My body betrayed me, nipples hardening under their stares, a slick warmth gathering between my legs. I was an omega, wired to submit, to crave the claiming that would mark me for the pack.

His eyes had laid on one ever since he was young and he had nearly fallen into the ocean after it if not for his mum holding him back, since then his parents started monitoring all his movements strictly. ‘It’s been long since they let me go alone with no supervision….’ Feral thought as he looked around nervously. He wanted to try it, he wanted to do all those crazy things adventurers did in books that freed them from their own box. He also wanted to free himself, because… because… “It’s so damn suffocating… I wanna leave, just once, just fucking once!” Feral screamed as he lunged towards the ocean only to stop after a few steps, his clouded eyes filled with tears clearing out as he widened

They moved with terrible purpose, slow, deliberate, and conservative, choosing to watch from a distance with those fractured blue eyes that still held enough thought to be frightening. They were the ones who clocked my position each time i shifted. The ones who noticed when I looked at the tunnel entrance at the far left wall for a second too long. The feral ones on the other hand were unpredictable. Always moving. They dragged their long limbs across the ice floor without any rhythm or intention, filled with hunger and want. But they were also easier to predict because hunger is simple. Hunger always moves towards warmth, scent, need. I closed my eyes. 'Think. think. think.'

But this time, it felt different. He recalled everything. Every roar, every painful shift in and out of his beast. Every maddening second. The pulling of his hair in frustration as voices rang over and over in his head. Slamming himself against the barricades, desperate to escape. To kill. To destroy. The way his hands had craved blood so badly it had driven him to the edge. Anyone would be terrified to see him that way. Even Eric, who never showed fear in his presence, knew that this version of him was dangerously unstable. Uncontrollable.

Wait, why does she want to meet her? “Let me guess, she is a werewolf too?” “You guessed right. A very beautiful she wolf” “So, what happens when a wolf is unable to mark their mate after meeting her?” she asked one of the numerous questions in her mind. “Most times, they go feral as in berserk, especially if it's on a full moon like this when they experience heat.” “That’s terrible.” She couldn't help but feel sorry for them. “But how does a wolf recognize his mate? It's not written on the forehead like “hello, I am your mate” Natalie again questioned.

“Which is…in my opinion, even more suspicious than if there were.” “Why is that?” Merari asked. “Feral’s are called feral for a reason,” said Valene impatiently. “They’re mindless and they’re utterly controlled by their appetite for whatever they have a taste for. You of all people should know that.” there was obvious bitterness in her voice as she said this. Merari, instead of responding to her daughter, shifted her gaze, took a deep breath and looked at me. I could tell that she was upset by Valene’s harshness toward her. She was trying to tread lightly.